Fat Joe – The Hidden Hand ft. Terror Squad

Download clean vinyl LP flac mp3 audio song by Fat Joe and this music is titled ‘The Hidden Hand ft. Terror Squad’.

Actually this amazing song is popped out of his album which is titled “Don Cartagena” And was released on the year 1998.


Listen up below with full lyrics.



Yeah time to educate the youth (Speak on it God)

‘Cause if we won’t then who will? (True)

Terror Squad style yo

(Speak on it God)

Yo I was a wild adolescent blessed with the foul essence

Messin around with the wrong crowd I learned my lesson

Stressin all the things that I have not

I pray to God I get my Uncle out the crack spot

I hear mad shots homicide come and play Matlock

But never crack the case cause the defendant’s a bad cop

You feel me fam? The devil’s got a plan

That’s why Farrakhan formed a Million Man up in Washington

The Hidden Hand even planned this man

Have me goin hand to hand, killin my own clan

But now I understand and see the big picture

Fuck cryin about the struggle, I teach you how to get richer

Shit is a hassle in this rotten apple, kids robbin coppin capsules

Rockin tattoos, boppin with ankles locked in shackles

Got the cops joggin at you, spittin rounds of clips, they down wit it

New clowns’ll make you feel as if the Bill of Rights is counterfeit

Now it’s been written that all men are equal, but then it’s legal

When they beat us and treat us as if we’re different people

We go for delf, fuck the cop’s health

I’d rather drop shelf and let off shots until my Glock melts

‘Cause God dealt us a helpless hand, they made us sell this land

So the palest man could build a selfish plan

You know we can’t trust the government, cause Uncle Sam is smugglin

Drugs for us to hustle all the stuff for him

Even McGruff is in it, gettin a percentage

Takin advantage, punishin just blacks and hispanics

My heart is cold as ice, so I know I’m sheist, Big Pun was the kid

That no one liked, my whole life, is one big roll of the dice

Payin a price twice as expensive as white kids

Destined for Riker’s not knowin my existence was priceless

IT’S LIKE THIS, my soul was lifeless, I earned stripes

Fightin the nicest in the crisis I slice em in half and make em dash

Like hyphens, invitin any rapper to Clash With the Titan

The writing’s like fighting cause rappers be biting like Tyson

I’m hypein the crowd, keepin em Loud like my label

I’m proud I’m able to lift from the bowels of the ghetto

I found me a little sanity inside a career and a family

No more wars and renderin tears to insanity

So keep the salary and tear the mic, cause I love it

There’s my life, you judge it, fuck it Seis, I don’t want it

I’m a Dominican, stranded in New York like Filligan

Don’t want to get locked up in the pen again

But here they come, the faggots and cuffs, searchin for guns

Turnin they ride on the side of the curb to see who runs

They authorize the beast to walk the streets holdin heat

Four deep, we puff production, my cheek, you know my steez

Fuck the police, usin “probable cause” to break laws

Behind the badge you try to cover up your racial war

I got somethin for you boys in blue

The system poisoned you, blew your cover, now what you supposed to do?

I never let the faggot pull the trig first

It won’t be no American flag over my hearse

What’s worse, you know they disperse for bucks

So take caution in the streets cause our protection sucks

This dude, he had the darkest pads

Who dressed up in the heart of brash

Forever talkin trash

How he stacked niggaz to almanac

Gunshots to corner four police informants

Stood like he modeled the latest fashions, sidewalk sideshow


He raised the pull of grace, a razor blew his face

Force calm the ?sere? plus a pack of the ?dunga dun? laced with


Life ain’t to be gambled son, you could get trampled

By people that act more like animals than mammals high off enamel

That’s what his poppa said whose locked for droppin Akmed

In the candy store robbery probably to get his veins fed

He ain’t listen, he became a braindead cocaine head

Older Mexicans knew, they killed him eatin ?bagualitos?

But hey little kids, don’t follow these dopes

What? Uh-huh, yea I can dig that

They call me Prospect, I just came back from ?

Had this track on pause, now I’m back on course

It’s lost on the Ave, tryin to take my life from the past

Get this legal cash, ? without dad

Kinda sad how he got dragged down to negativity

Only if he had one love, trust for liberty

This world would be a better place, get what it takes

In a race to racism replace the snake in em

Bad ones, want to spend lives and discriminate

I’m tryin to keep this positive vibe, and from that

I generate to the top, like Puffy won’t stop

I’m mature now, with one knot, from tryin to get locked

And to the shorties on the block, tryin to twist 40 tops

Get your act together, do some carpentry with a Black n Decker

And stop speedin like a Kawasaki

From my life, to your life, I’m touchin everybody Twinz watch me

Everything we speak is the truth

From Prospect to Munroe, here in a hot second

The whole world run know, everything we speak is the truth

Terror Squad